In The Matter Of A Difficult Question

I Suppose Therefore That All Things I See Are Illusions; I Believe That Nothing Has Ever Existed Of Everything My Lying Memory Tells Me. I Think I Have No Senses. I Believe That Body, Shape, Extension, Motion, Location Are Functions. What Is There Then That Can Be Taken As True? Perhaps Only This One Thing, That Nothing At All Is Certain.

The Senses Deceive From Time To Time, And It Is Prudent Never To Trust Wholly Those Who Have Deceived Us Even Once.

It Must Not Be Thought That It Is Ever Possible To Reach The Interior Earth By Any Perseverance In Mining: Both Because The Exterior Earth Is Too Thick, In Comparison With Human Strength; And Especially Because Of The Intermediate Waters, Which Would Gush Forth With Greater Impetus, The Deeper The Place In Which Their Veins Were First Opened; And Which Would Drown All Miners.

When Writing About Transcendental Issues, Be Transcendentally Clear.

At Last I Will Devote Myself Sincerely And Without Reservation To The General Demolition Of My Opinions.